How strange to think of life in your bedroom, staring at the wall, or at the kitchen window, waiting for the kettle to boil; to remember dark days after work, ...
I took the last picture I still have of you with a cracked old Polaroid we found at a yard sale in Andersonville.
His bottle’s gone. His power.
He turns towards The Lovely Adrienne to tell her: stall them, feed them a line. Too late, she’s already in the ring, her feathers sweeping the ...
So the plane is landing and I’m sitting next to my friend Sara who is going to NYU — in business class, mind you — we got upgraded — and ...
In the fourth grade, boys in the town of Huntington Harbor started to notice which girls were getting tits and who looked like Farrah Fawcett. They divided the girls into ...
He’s got that new song by The Streets stuck in his head, the one with the music video filmed up the road in Chicken Village. Mike thrums his fingertips on ...
Her screams were top shelf. The kind of earsplitting, blood-curdling shrieks that cut to the marrow, leaving you dazed and numb.
I once lived in a three-bedroom unit in an elegant condominium with white paint in Simei, in Singapore.
He first disappears just before I am born. I have no memory of it, of course, but my mom still wears it years later like a lead vest, releasing a ...
I drove a different way, the last time, taking a road that turned out not to be a road at all, wherein I mean it began as a road and ...
I would question the sanity of anyone who’s not questioning their own sanity nowadays, Doctor, but this patient of mine — Patient Z, let’s call him — put even me ...
Mama lets the paddling pool water spill onto the grass. That’s how the neighbors’ kids know it’s time to go home.
Cortes looked out through the moonlit night, out across the steaming ground, out across the glistening earth, out upon the bodies that lay and lay and lay in the courtyard.
The weather had turned for the better since the last night. She had retired to her room when he arrived at half past ten. So early! He was astonished. She ...
It’s terrible, you see they’ve started using paper bags at the supermarket. Brown paper bags. Well it didn’t take me long to figure out that this presented an unprecedented opportunity. ...
As a teen, I was obsessed with my knickers, whether to allow boys into them and getting them in a twist. My mother instilled in me the importance of ensuring ...
She had been collecting supplies for some time: fabric, yarn, scissors, and glue. Strong glue. She needed this to hold together.
All the zines were printed at Lehman Brothers. All the zines were printed at Goldman Sachs. All the zines were printed at Merrill Lynch.
In March, the snow melted, and the lake thawed, and we had to watch as these bloated bodies full of holes and pond scum all rose up from where the ...
She watches the pond from the front of the house. Upstairs. Her bedroom. In a pause between painting, where her brush wilts in the bottom of a green glass (a ...